DR. (SABRINA) LAMUS (3) (Patreon)

IMPORTANT NOTE: Everything that appears here, in this story, only exists in my mind, anything that resembles reality is coincidence or fortuitous. . .

( hopefully there will be many of these 💓, or not, who knows 😭 )

DR. (SABRINA) LAMUS -> THE LAMIA

Part 3

"Fuck… Yes!" Dr. Lamus thought as she played with her claws on her new Lamia body, realizing that she’d set aside her scientific ideas and started fantasizing about seducing men with that body.

"Just as I expected from my enzymes… now only reproduction and the fertilization of eggs, which this suit should allow me to produce as a Lamia, could satisfy this desire," Sabrina thought

"Or, I could break the seal and take off the suit… but I have to find out how long I can hold out… to create the perfect enzyme. Luckily, this automated terrarium can keep me alive for years if necessary, thanks to my AI’s supervision… Though I can’t take that long… the idea is to find out if I can last at least a week… OH!"

To her surprise, her Lamia body felt cool, like a snake's, despite the terrarium’s temperature when she touched it with her palm. But she could feel her human body sweating beneath the skinsuit.

However, with every passing moment, the suit felt more and more like, not a second skin, but her true form. This was especially true the more she touched herself, as her self-control fell increasingly under the influence of the Lamia’s instinct.

Unfortunately for her, she didn't bring a tablet or any other device to keep her mind occupied. The boredom became unbearable for her overactive mind. Nothing to keep her from thinking about mating and reproduction.

Although she tried to make the best of it, to rest and enjoy the suffocating sensation of the humid heat, the sensation of which was intensifying by the moment due to the cocktail of enzymes she’d sprayed inside the suit, it didn’t take long for her to feel an insane curiosity to find out what sensations her new body could really feel, knowing that this would accelerate the suit’s influence over her.

“This isn’t helping,” she thought, yielding to the powerful influence of her new animal instinct. “This primitive instinct is so… strong… my intellect is no match for it… and giving in… feels so good… resisting is starting to feel torturous, and involuntarily… I want, no, I need, to give in… because this Lamia body wants to lay eggs… OH FUCK!! That maternal instinct... these urges … are starting to become so… dominant!"

That desire sounded so hot as she kneaded her breasts or pinched her nipples. The Lamia lost control of herself, and she did it with increasing eagerness. Dr. Lamus wasn’t at all vulgar. She was cold, calculating, ambitious. But as a Lamia, she was vulgar, wild, and increasingly base. Letting her desire take hold of her.

Little by little, her maternal instinct was turning into an obsession. Faster than her calculations had predicted, given the dose of pheromones she’d used. Her tail began to writhe in an impossible way. It coiled around itself over and over again like the tail of a real snake.

“HZZZzzzzzz!” she began to hiss, calling in vain for a mate, and that call became so natural that it was like begging out loud, asking to be fucked hard.

Now, after barely an hour, the pleasure of her arousal began to torture her, preventing her from thinking clearly. And it became difficult for her to think of anything else. Every second she felt her claws on her body, she lost a part of her humanity.

Her thoughts focused solely on one thing that, as a woman and a scientist, she despised. There was hardly any scientific zeal left. There was only the Lamia, controlled by her most basic instinct. She just desperately wanted to reproduce! She wanted to lay eggs. Over and over and over again…

The Lamia realized that the suit’s control over her was going too far. But even so, it felt so good. The experiment was going better, more pleasurable and, frustratingly, more intense, than she had expected.

She barely had the willpower left to stop and try to take off the suit. The synthetic pheromone serum was definitely more effective on humans than she had expected. She had figured she should have been able to hold out for at least 24 hours before reaching the present state.

Luckily, she was a forward-thinking scientist and had prepared a contingency plan. She just had to give the command, and her terrarium would fill with a gas mixed with the cold-air antidote, and then she could take off the suit.

But her body already craved the need to lay eggs and perpetuate her species more than it wanted to let the scientist regain control with her logic and ambitions.

Why did she have to stop feeling all that frustrating pleasure that only pushed her to be more than just a Lamia in body? Why not experience ecstasy and remain addicted to the need to mate? Why go back to being a woman, a human? Why not begin Phase Two before becoming completely desperate?

Suddenly, Dr. Lamus slapped herself to snap out of it. Phase Two was only for the subjects that Lascivia was going to send her. Subjects who would remain Lamias forever, and for Dr. Lamus, that was, right now, just a fantasy to enjoy; she couldn’t afford to stop her research now.

“HHHHZZZZZzzzz,” Dr. Lamus hissed loudly, moving her jaws as she tried to speak. She had to stop the experiment before she lost control completely. “Hzzz??”

Her clawed hands instinctively went to her throat, and she tried to shout the command “iceberg” again to counteract the effect the heat and humidity were having on the suit, and consequently, on her.

But another, weaker hiss was all that escaped her mouth. Unable to believe what was happening to her, Dr. Lamus again tried to shout the command, but to no avail. A warm sensation, instead of a cold one, ran down her back. Now she regretted even more not bringing along a tablet, on which she could type the safeword.

In a final act of desperation, driven by fear and frustration, she first tried to rip off her suit, but where the opening should have been, there was only a barely noticeable overlap with the hood. She tried to dig her claws into the suit, but they were no match for her own scales.

Still, in one last attempt, she began pounding on the terrarium door, first with her claws, then with her tail.

She was afraid because she knew that soon she would no longer be Dr. Lamus but simply the Lamia. But that fear was increasingly replaced by the frustration of being unable to enter Phase Two, which would later allow the males waiting to mate with her into the terrarium.

And so, the more she let herself be carried away by her most basic instincts, the more audible a hiss became from the depths of her mind, a hiss that was taking Dr. Lamus’s place and turning her into nothing more than a distant memory, one that the Lamia would soon forget.

"HZzzzzzz!" an angry hiss sounded, as she tried to dig her claws into the reinforced glass of her terrarium, this time at the door to the terrarium containing the males.

Meanwhile her true self, Sabrina Lamus, receded into the background of her mind, leaving only the need to fertilize her eggs…

to be continued...

PART 4

PART 2